The Dream of a Ridiculous Man by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 1877 

Crazy story. Very dramatic reading of it.

I like his voice. Sometimes these audio books can be annoying. Not the case here.

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Consciousness of life is higher than life; knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than happiness.

The narrator sounds just like what I’d imagine this character to be. What a wonderful story. I quite enjoy Dostoyevsky. There’s character and depth to him that is a rare sight; ideas are not stern and sterile, but they strike a cord in my very human fleshly heart that make me contemplate and let them seep through all my veins till I have quite digested it.

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There was a very strange feature in this case, strange because of its extremely rare occurrence. This man had once been brought to the scaffold in company with several others, and had had the sentence of death by shooting passed upon him for some political crime. Twenty minutes later he had been reprieved and some other punishment substituted; but the interval between the two sentences, twenty minutes, or at least a quarter of an hour, had been passed in the certainty that within a few minutes he must die. I was very anxious to hear him speak of his impressions during that dreadful time, and I several times inquired of him as to what he thought and felt. He remembered everything with the most accurate and extraordinary distinctness, and declared that he would never forget a single iota of the experience. ‘About twenty paces from the scaffold, where he had stood to hear the sentence, were three posts, fixed in the ground, to which to fasten the criminals (of whom there were several). The first three criminals were taken to the posts, dressed in long white tunics, with white caps drawn over their faces, so that they could not see the rifles pointed at them. Then a group of soldiers took their stand opposite to each post. My friend was the eighth on the list, and therefore he would have been among the third lot to go up. A priest went about among them with a cross: and there was about five minutes of time left for him to live. ‘He said that those five minutes seemed to him to be a most interminable period, an enormous wealth of time; he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment, so that he made several arrangements, dividing up the time into portions-one for saying farewell to his companions, two minutes for that; then a couple more for thinking over his own life and career and all about himself; and another minute for a last look around. He remembered having divided his time like this quite well. While saying good- bye to his friends he recollected asking one of them some very usual everyday question, and being much interested in the answer. Then having bade farewell, he embarked upon those two minutes which he had allotted to looking into himself; he knew beforehand what he was going to think about. He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where? He thought he would decide this question once for all in these last three minutes. A little way off there stood a church, and its gilded spire glittered in the sun. He remembered staring stubbornly at this spire, and at the rays of light sparkling from it. He could not tear his eyes from these rays of light; he got the idea that these rays were his new nature, and that in three minutes he would become one of them, amalgamated somehow with them. ‘The repugnance to what must ensue almost immediately, and the uncertainty, were dreadful, he said; but worst of all was the idea, ‘What should I do if I were not to die now? What if I were to return to life again? What an eternity of days, and all mine! How I should grudge and count up every minute of it, so as to waste not a single instant!’ He said that this thought weighed so upon him and became such a terrible burden upon his brain that he could not bear it, and wished they would shoot him quickly and have done with it.’⁰

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They looked forward to that moment with joy, but without haste, not pining for it, but seeming to have a foretaste of it in their hearts, of which they talked to one another. But when they looked at me with their sweet eyes full of love, when I felt that in their presence my heart, too, became as innocent and just as theirs, the feeling of the fullness of life took my breath away, and I worshipped them in silence. Their children were the children of all, for they all made up one family.

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And so many think because then happened, now isn't. But didn't I mention? The ongoing WOW is happening, right now! We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance, where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel starring clowns! This entire thing we're involved with, called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each others' presence.

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The idea of choosing a revolver, a splendid revolver no less, for that particular job had me snort laughing.

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With his reference to the complete lack of scientific awareness the dream people had, i believe Dostoyevsky was referring to the Enlightenment. It's ironical that when enlightenment first occurred, it signified awakening, freedom, to denounce stale, rigidly held beliefs, to not believe in any God or higher consciousness, to explore and find out for yourself. It was the pivotal moment for the sciences. And it's ironic because now that very enlightenment has made a God of sorts of science. People worship science. If you cannot pull solid, irrefutable physical evidence to back up any theory, you are mocked. Nobody can question it or try to prove their own theory, because the only acceptable science is that owned by the elite. If you're not multiple peer reviewed, or backed by the big money forget it. The other irony is Dostoyevsky's fascination with existentialism and time; how science now tells us how and why it happens. There is no pondering on any aspect of the human condition (that has fascinatedv writers such as Dostoeyvsky for centuries) that the sciences haven't labelled or 'solved'.

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A summary of a perspective from Dostoyevsky. A perspective we can relate to in most aspects. A beautiful life and living we can all see how easy it would be to obtain. "In one day one hour". What are we waiting for???😊

On a certain level, we have a Dostojevskij in our brain, the neurochemicals that show up in flow: so dopamine, norepinephrine, anandamide, endorphins, and serotonin. If you were to try to cocktail the street drug version of that, right, you're trying to blend like heroin and speed and coke and acid and weed- and point is, you can't do it. It turns out Dostojevskij can cocktail all of 'em at once, which is why people will prefer flow to almost any experience on Earth. It's our favorite experience. It's the most addictive experience on Earth. Why? 'Cause it cocktails five or six of the largest pleasure drugs that Dostojevskij can produce. We're all capable of so much more than we know. That is a commonality across the board. And one of the big reasons is we're all hardwired for flow, and flow is a massive amplification of what's possible for ourselves.

I won't pretend to have understood much of that. But I'll work towards it

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